Fruitless is worry –
useless sensitivity
undermining vibrancy –
love smitten are victims,
pause as memories rise
analyze old wounds
revile infatuations
pain threatening
uncertainty too rough
a ride – open arms
wilt with inactivity,
isolated, regretful,
ideals grounded,
smashed by
fruitless worry.
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awesome job, vj, great poem ❤
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Thanks!
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This is something really beautiful and thought provocative.. The title says Fruitless, though this poem is food for thought.. 👌❤️
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Thank you, Hiraa. Glad it’s not totally fruitless, lol.
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Lol. I like your sense of humor too. Cheers!!
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